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for you by Tiffany Shaw-Diaz

dedicated to the Hubble Space Telescope

shot up into the cosmos, eased 

into an orbit around Earth


you have silently watched

 

as comets wag their tails 

of dust and light through solitary jaunts

 

and you have silently watched


as stars violently die, time after time 

in a luminous burst of color

 

and you have silently watched


as the far ends of space 

beam echoes of its creation into your brain

 

and it is through your eyes 

i first learned

 

that the universe is more vast

meaningful and complex


than my existence will ever be 


---


Tiffany Shaw-Diaz is a Pushcart Prize and Dwarf Stars Award nominee who also works as a professional visual artist. Her poetry has been featured in Modern Haiku, The Heron’s Nest, Bones, NHK World Haiku Masters, The Mainichi, and dozens of other publications. Her first chapbook, says the rose, was published by Yavanika Press in 2019, and her second chapbook, filth, was published by Proleteria in 2020.

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